That's right. The hot young jock was expected to sexuallyservice the disgusting pervert. In return, Mr. Hinkle would not onlypass Kyle, but gethim the...scholarship he needed. What choice did Kyle have?Kyle hated faggots. He had never had anything to do withthem. He was one hundred percent straight boy! He didn't even like it when afaggot studentlooked at him in the locker room. He wanted to fuckingpunch the kid intooblivion. The idea that this queer boy got on on looking atKyle's fine fatteenage. “I didn’t expect you to be so,” she paused. “I don’t know...”“Realistic?” Candy remarked with a broad grin on her face. “I get that all the time. What did you expect?” she asked.“I don’t know, exactly," Merielle remarked and took a sip of wine before setting it down on a small acrylic table. “May I?” she inquired, stepping down and taking her by the hand.Candy smiled submissively as her guest's pleasant company put her at ease. “Yes, of course," she answered. The fine hairs on her arms stood up. I want to know all. What where when who how everything!” “Calm down Cin; if I tell you now it won’t be a surprise for Christmas. I can’t tell you everything, but I can say I’ll give you your gift before Christmas. Christmas is Tuesday; I think Saturday would be just about the right time.” Friday had arrived and Rhoda still hadn’t said another word about that special surprise in store. Finally, during supper, Rhoda mentioned, “Sharon is taking the girls out to the mall, lunch and the cinema. So. Thankfully, I knew just what to do with it.All that sucking had lured massive amounts of arousal to my body and I know knew just how to get rid of it. Scrambling to my feet, I literally tore my clothes off before positioning myself beneath the animal. This time, I was bent forward, with my legs spread shoulder-width and my pre-cum-covered labia pressed up against the tip of the dragon’s cock.I paused for a second, determined to enjoy every second of this blissful experience. But my momentary.